| Once there was a ballerina
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| Where she came from no one knew
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| People called her Caterina
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| Only I knew that wasn t true
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| When I first saw Caterina
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| She was only seventeen
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| Just a lovely ballerina
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| Nor a princess nor a queen
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| She would dance away the hours
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| She was living in a dream
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| All the princes brought her flowers
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| Even though she was no queen
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| And all the people came
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| From every corner of the world
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| To see her
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| And when they saw her dancing
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| They would call encore, Caterina
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| And all the people still remember
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| How they loved the ballerina
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| She lived the music when she danced
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| She loved but there was no romance
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| She left a song called Caterina
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| She would dance away the hours
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| She was living in a dream
|
| All the princes brought her flowers
|
| Even though she was no queen
|
| And all the people came
|
| From every corner of the world
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| To see her
|
| And when they saw her dancing
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| They would call encore, Caterina
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| And all the people still remember
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| How they loved the ballerina
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| She lived the music when she danced
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| She loved but there was no romance
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| She left a song called Caterina |